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You can’t change your character.

Dad and his tools on the road

My father is sixty-eight and still keeps his tools in the car, always, even when we go out to dinner. He says you never know. Last summer, on the highway, we pulled up behind a car with its hood up. He was out with the toolbox in his hand before I’d even set the brake. I waited twenty minutes leaning against the door, watching the trucks go by, and when he came back he was happy.